Sophia's POV
I was out of the car before Damien finished saying wait.
He caught my arm. Not rough. Just firm and certain and immovable in the specific way of someone who had decided this.
"Sophia."
"That's my aunt in there," I said.
"I know," he said. "Which is exactly why we don't run in blind." He looked at the house. Then at the car two houses down. Then back at me. "Give me thirty seconds."
I gave him thirty seconds because he was right and I hated that he was right and standing on a pavement at two in the morning outside my aunt's house with every light blazing and the door open was not the moment to stop listening to the person who thought clearly when everything was urgent.
He texted Zane. Four words. Send his location and the word now.
Then he looked at me.
"Here's what we
